Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Battle Axe , by - Apollo Brown. Song from the album Gas Mask, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Battle Axe |
| My spoken word is fascinatin' the most |
| It's a Holiday when I rap so just call me the Ghost |
| I'm the Gentleman side of the Gangsta for really |
| I'm a peaceful dude that's why I carry a nine milli |
| Don't be silly son I'll embarrass your squadron |
| My words are heat seekin', lockin' on movin' targets |
| I rips on the daily |
| I'll make you look more of a bigger fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady |
| I'm the mixture of Biggie, Malcolm and Makaveli |
| Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary |
| Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides |
| On whoever or where ever wackness resides |
| Go with the side and make it a wise choice |
| Before I do you like D.O.C. |
| and leave you without a voice |
| Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all |
| You gon' need a voice box to attempt to get your point across |
| You sassafras ass fags done got gassed |
| Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked |
| Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin' |
| Tell whoever signed you, resign |
| Cause I ain't leavin' nothin' alive to be signed |
| The sickest nigga you got in your clique, he's mine |
| Bring paramedics and anesthetics or he's dyin' |
| Don't stop, you drop in from the cop keep firin' |
| Black band over that bag so keep drivin' |
| Look Al Qaeda, this is Somalian street pirates |
| Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants |
| I do this all the time, you barely a hype man |
| Who the fuck you think you're scarin', wearin' them tight pants |
| Your life span just might end in my hands |
| This a black dance and you don't fit, white man |
| See I stand ready for action, no mask |
| Just a .44 Magnum chrome ratchet |
| No plastic, one blast and that's it, closed casket |
| You just witnessed your own funeral, broke bastard |
| Classic |